Sword cultivation is an extremely large branch of cultivators, and if you want to subdivide it, there are many branches, and you can practice all kinds of completely different sword techniques.

But in the end, the Dao heart of sword cultivation lies in moving forward, rather than bending.

No matter how others guessed, Xue Yan thought that she was a qualified sword cultivator, and she was not afraid of the dangers that she might encounter in the secret realm.

Cultivating the truth is a journey of risk and opportunity in parallel, fighting for life with the sky, what danger is not dangerous?

Cultivators, who doesn't want to be free, who wants to fight with a sword in the world, no one dares to stop them, and they have all stepped into the path of cultivation, who still wants to be trapped in one place and live carefully? So what's the point of seeking immortality, for a longer stay?

After Xue Yanjing returned to the sect, he was very lazy for a few months in the name of recuperating from his injuries, and now that his injuries had just recovered, he decided to go to the Ten Thousand Swords Secret Realm, so he began to meditate and cultivate.

She tried several times to draw spiritual energy into her body in order to form a primordial infant. If she had reached the primordial infant stage, the process should be smooth and uneventful, but she always felt very unfamiliar, as jerky as a beginner.

Did you guess wrong? It's not that she fell back because she was injured, but she really never cultivated into a Yuan Baby?

Xue Yan was surprised and wondered, with her talent, how could this be?

A broken Dao heart?

No way, she immediately denied the answer.

The Dao Heart is of course extremely important, but with her talent, even if her Dao Heart is broken into eight petals, she can also cast into a Yuan Infant.

It is the absolute confidence and certainty that comes from real talent and understanding.

Xue Yan calmed down and tried again.

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Soon, it was time to set off for the Ten Thousand Swords Secret Realm.

There are only three people in Siming Peak, Yan Hui, Fang Yuan, and Xue Yanjing, but there are many disciples of Xuantian Sect, and most of them cultivate swords, and there are more than 100 people in the seventy-two peaks who want to go to the secret realm.

It is still the middle of winter in Kunwu Mountain, but the world has entered spring, and the further south you go, the more spring will be.

Most of the disciples who set out to find the sword were disciples who had not yet had a natal sword, and their cultivation was also low, and the leader of the team took into account that some disciples lacked spiritual power, and every hour of the sword, he stopped and asked everyone to rest for a while.

They stayed at a riverside, and many peach trees were planted on both banks, which coincided with the warming of the river and the first blooming of peach blossoms. Xue Yan looked up at those pale pink and light red, she never loved these flowers and plants when she was a teenager, probably because she had been recuperating for a few months, and she grinded down her temperament, so that she was used to stopping to look at the flowers when she saw them, and she lazily wanted to lie down and sleep when she saw the warm sun.

For the sake of safety, in case someone squatting to seek revenge recognized her, Xue Yan was shocked to take the advice of the sixth senior brother and covered her face with a light veil, revealing only a pair of eyes.

By the Rongrong Spring River, the woman's eyebrows and eyes are worry-free, and her eyes are clean, as if she has never experienced the vicissitudes of the world.

Someone covered his lips and smiled: "It seems that Guiyi Demon Venerable has protected her very well." ”

Yan Hui glanced at it coldly.

"Ouch, don't dare to talk nonsense, people's lives are good, there are demons outside to pamper them, and when they come back, they are protected by their senior sisters, and they don't even have to contribute to the sword."

In fact, after Xue Yan's injuries first recovered, she could already use some spiritual power to resist the sword, but Yan Hui was worried that her body would not be able to bear it after a long journey, so she still took her for a ride.

The people who chewed the root of their tongues chattered and laughed.

Xue Yan's eyes lit up in shock, and he remembered his ambition to make a fortune by blackmailing his fellow disciples.

The spirit stones I got from Song Ming a few days ago are really not much, and a bottle of the best green ginseng pill used to heal the wounds will cost 1,000 medium-grade spirit stones.

But she is always very principled, what is the difference between blackmail and robbery everywhere at will? If someone unleashes hostility towards her, it's best to sneak up on her again, so she can be logical.

"Okay, let's not say a few words, she was raised outside, and people don't want her anymore, it's pitiful."

Yan Hui pulled out her swift sword, startling the few guys who chewed the root of their tongues, and relented, but she just lowered her eyes and began to wipe the long sword seriously.

Xue Yan thought in surprise, with her senior sister here, these people would definitely not dare to make a move, she needed to create a chance for herself to be alone.

This opportunity soon came, and that night, everyone camped in a field, and the elder who led the team took out a magic weapon and recited a mantra. Suddenly, on the vast wasteland, pavilions and pavilions rose from the ground. Pink walls and green tiles, eaves columns, someone curiously stepped forward to touch it, and found that the wall was hard, and it was no different from the real pavilion.

Everyone stared at the magic weapon curiously, only to see the golden light, and at a glance, they knew that it was extraordinary.

Under the covetous gaze of everyone, the elder put away the magic weapon: "Do you want it?" Then work hard to cultivate. This is the magic weapon of the sect, and if anyone can win the first place at the next Huashan Sword Trial, this will be the reward. ”

Everyone sighed suddenly, the Huashan Sword Trial Meeting is a competition that the whole world will participate in, although Xuantian Sect is the largest sword cultivation sect, it has been a long time since a disciple has won the top spot, and the closest one is only in the top five. They are not the most powerful ones in the sect, how dare they go to Xiao Xiang to be the first sword in the world?

There was a bonfire in front of the pavilion, and many disciples gathered around to talk and laugh, exchanging recently learned techniques, full of confidence and wanting to find a natal sword from the secret realm of ten thousand swords, and their spirits flew between their words.

Yan Hui, Xue Yanjing, and Fang Yuan sat opposite each other around the bonfire in the corner, Fang Yuan's popularity was obviously very good, with Xue Yanjing, who was deliberately ignored by everyone, and Yan Hui, who was full of murderous faces, on the side, and from time to time someone came to say hello to him and chatted a few words.

He roasted a few leg of mutton over the bonfire, picked the one with the best heat and handed it to the little junior sister, Xue Yan was surprised to see that he didn't have the tools to cut his meat, hesitated for a moment, and simply lowered his head to nibble. During the recuperation period, she ate lightly, and suddenly came into contact with a roast leg of lamb with full color and flavor, and she was still a little excited for a while.

But I didn't want the sixth senior brother to finish parting the leg of mutton, and when he looked back and saw her like this, he suddenly held her hand with tears in his eyes: "Little junior sister, I like you like a meal partner!" ”

"Huh?" Xue Yan, who was weak and helpless but could eat, looked up in a daze.

"Our group of people from Siming Peak, it's hard to say," Fang Yuan seemed to have a stomach full of bitter water to pour, "For example, Second Senior Brother, he has been in retreat recently, you may not be familiar with him, this guy is simply a termite essence, he only eats wood, when we eat together, I eat vegetables and he gnaws on the table." You judge, who can have an appetite when eating with him? ”

"Termites are semenated?" Xue Yan laughed in surprise.

"Why don't you say it's a woodpecker?" Yan Hui stopped Fang Yuan's slander against the second senior brother, and patiently explained to the little junior sister, "Don't listen to this guy's rumors, your second senior brother has the blood of the Horned Feather Clan, and he is also a member of the Human Race, not a termite spirit, nor a brain disease. ”

“……”

According to ancient records, tens of thousands of years ago, the human race was divided into 12 branches, but in a long time, the various races have long been fused with each other, and the inheritance of bloodline ability has long been extinct. If it weren't for their master, he really couldn't see the second senior brother gnawing wood everywhere, and he went to check the ancient books, and he wouldn't have found out that it was the influence of the bloodline of the Jiaoyu clan.

Yan Hui was gnawing on the spirit fruit brought by Fang Yuan, while trying to correct the name of the second senior brother, the elder who led the team beckoned to her to go over, it turned out that he found that someone had followed this team all the way, and he didn't know the details of the other party, so he planned to call a few high-level cultivators in the team to go and investigate together.

Yan Hui naturally nodded in response, and before leaving, he took out a pair of magic weapons called Streamer Yuling, one was tied around his waist, and the other was given to Xue Yan: "This is what I specially found, if you encounter danger, Yuling will feel your fear, and her whole body will be red, and I will also have a warning here." I was going to give it to you before entering the secret realm. ”

Xue Yan was shocked and moved, waving a leg of mutton to say goodbye to his senior sister. Determined to blackmail more of his fellow disciples before entering the secret realm, at least at that time, he could prepare more wound medicine and spiritual power recovery pills for his senior sister in the small bazaar outside the secret realm.

She said hello to the sixth senior brother, saying that she wanted to go to rest first, Fang Yuan did not doubt him, sent her to the door of the room, and left.

In the pavilion created by that magic weapon, everyone can choose a room according to their temperament.

Xue Yan was surprised to choose an attic that was far away from the other rooms, very intimately to create convenience for the sneak attackers, and arranged a few capture talismans at the door and window, before turning off the lights and starting to meditate, waiting for the wisher to take the bait.

A moment later, someone crept closer, for fear of alarming the occupants of the room. Xue Yanjing also held his breath, for fear of scaring the fat sheep away.

The two of them each cautiously and reverently awaited the encounter.

The moment the man stepped into the room, the light by the door flickered, and then dimmed silently. Originally, this was a spirit rune used to capture large beasts, and it was enough to control one person.

Xue Yan was shocked to know that the spirit rune had worked, and meditated leisurely for a while, allowing the spiritual energy to run in his body for a small week before he got up to inspect his prey.

The moment he opened the vines spawned by the spirit rune and saw this person's face clearly, Xue Yan was surprised but felt very disappointed: "Why are you again?" ”

Obviously, the dispute between the few words of the day has not been serious enough to make those people attack Xue Yan at night, and the only one who has a grudge against her is Song Ming, who was blackmailed by her and lost face in front of her classmates.

Xue Yan was disappointed because this guy's spirit stone had been squeezed dry by her last time.

Song Ming gritted his teeth, the taunting bird that lost its tail last time naturally couldn't escape the eyes of the Royal Beast Hall, although his brother who was in charge of the Royal Beast Hall gave him a pocket, but he also taught him a hard lesson, and he was not allowed to step into the Royal Beast Hall for half a step. As soon as he saw Xue Yan, he unconsciously gritted his teeth, originally thought of making another attack in the secret realm, but when he saw that she was alone, he felt that the opportunity was rare, so he moved his mind and wanted to teach her a lesson and force her to return the thousands of spirit stones.

But at this moment, he was firmly restrained on the ground by a force, and he couldn't even move a finger, only relying on his deformed face and vicious eyes to make Xue Yan stunned, which was barely close to the purpose of "teaching her".

"Why are you again?" Xue Yan leaned down and patted his face, "As the old saying goes, eat a trench, grow a wisdom." Why do you have to eat two trenches to grow a smart one? ”

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, Song Ming first relented, and it sounded humiliating to sneak attack the Jindan stage cultivator at night during the Yuan Infant Period, but it would be doubly humiliating if the sneak attack was not successful, but it would be doubly humiliating if he was caught by the other party, he really didn't want to lose this person in front of more than a hundred disciples, and tried to use his eyes to signal Xue Yanjing to give him a chance to speak.

Xue Yan slapped lightly in his throat, Song Ming took a big breath for a while, and asked decisively, "...... How many spirit stones? ”

Xue Yan couldn't help but marvel at his knowledge of current affairs, and it seemed that dealing with acquaintances was also quite beneficial, at least there was no need to bother with words.

"Two thousand medium-grade spirit stones."

Song Ming's first reaction was to be very dissatisfied: "I'm not as expensive as a bird?" ”

“…… If you want to increase the price, it's not impossible. Originally, it was for the sake of his spirit stone that had been squeezed dry, so Xue Yan was surprised to give a preferential price.

Song Ming came to his senses and no longer bargained in reverse: "Two thousand is two thousand, can I use the magic weapon to pay off the debt?" ”

Xue Yanjing didn't like to use magic weapons when he was young, and he always felt that only the skills he cultivated were truly his own, and others couldn't snatch them away.

However, it is used to pay off debts, of course, there is no reason to refuse it, Xue Yan nodded happily: "What magic weapon?" ”